I read this book, "The White Masaai".



It's had an unusual effect on me. I've become depressed and heartbroken.

The story is about a Swiss girl who came on holiday in the late 80's in Mombasa and fell deeply in love with a Masai she met on the likoni ferry. She says that she fell in love the second she saw him. It was that kind of soul pierceing, heart stopping "my life is bout to change" kind of love. She even says in an interview i read online that it was not a good feeling. She knew that what she felt would change her life. Lketinga was very tall and dark skinned wearing the full masaai warrior rigalia, with a strong handsome face looking as she writes, like a god.
He was good natured and kind hearted and after going back to swittzerland after her holiday she gives up her whole life there to come back and be with him.

The story is extremelly moving and Corrine Hofmann's ability to vividly describe events glues you to the every page. I finished the book in two sittings and became obsessed to find out what happened next. I discovered there was a sequel. I bought it the next day even coming to work late just so that I could wait for the bookstore to open.



I wish I didnt buy the sequel(s)... Because after that, I have been going through what feels like a heartbreak. Its terrible. Three days now, I cant get the story out of my head. Lketinga still lives here in samburu. Im overcome with tears when I think about the kind of life he lives and the fact that he is not with Corrine and their daughter Napirai. How Silly is that???

The last time I was like this was a year ago after i left Baby. I dont see the connection really cuz im sure i mourned him. And I dont love this man anymore.

I fell in love with the story of Corrine and Lketinga. I really did. And now its like I am having my heart broken cuz it 'didnt work out'. And the sad ending, I cant get over it. This is so unsual.

With love,
Purple.